Look at this grill! It’s a steal! I’m gonna take home like 200 some! SHYEAHHHHH.
Not a good day to say this? NAW MAN It’s always a good day for a man to talk about these grills. I mean, I’d just take em in the dead of night, but if I did, someone’d be like, yo, where all my grills at?
I’d get in MAD trouble by the peeps who like just had the grills. They’d be like, dude, you in trouble if you don’t bring back those grills. There were like OVER 200 GRILLS. IT’S NOT LIKE WE WOULDN’T NOTICE. It’s not like we’d go oh, yard full of grills, next day, tumbleweeds, oh well - grills roll. Grills don’t roll, man. These are kickass grills. And even if they weren’t kickass grills - they’re still grills. Like, even a basic, run of the mill grill, some shady guy walks away with it, you’d be like, hold it up, there cowboy. Where you think you’re rollin with that grill? He’d probably be like, oh, no, you see me, because he’d have to be that dumb, to think he can just walk off with like a grill, let alone two hundred plus grills. Like think about that a sec. Think about the logistics of that. 200. And nobody sees ANYTHING? I call a big fat can of cow dookey on that one. Yes, heavily processed cow dookey. It’s right up there with Pinocchio & “Oh, I love that people can see when you’ve read texts now.” Look, I’ve tried moving a grill before. It’s not easy, my friend. Bump into anything, that’s at least a muttered “Cr@p” and that’s just from you, let alone the sound the grill makes. Even two grills, that’s encroaching on “where to put keys, put them in the mouth” unloading groceries from the car territory, and that’s just two. Multiply that by a hundred. At its cutest & quirkiest, you’re at least clocking in at a Marx Brother’s movie. It can’t be done silently or easily or mysteriously.
Point is, I’ll have to love these kickass grills from afar b/c let’s face it:
No one could get away with stealing 200 plus grills.